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Pretty White Pills

I Open my mouth to swallow the pill its a little thing that keeps me in check mental health is not a state of mind how schizophrenia is so unkind voices,pain,hurt and reel i cut myself because i just want to feel i never asked for such crimson i never asked for such pain it will be a long time until im healed again.

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Linda Milgate

Date: 4/20/2010 2:03:00 PM

Very very real. Poetry does sometimes help, I think it can be healing for those who write and to someone who reads it and feels that there is understanding. Perhaps this poem will do that?

Lady Valentine

Date: 4/20/2010 3:53:00 AM

thankyou for youre support means so much xxx

Doris Culverhouse

Date: 4/19/2010 5:52:00 AM

sounds torchered!! Sorry that you have this problem.

Michael J. Falotico

Date: 4/19/2010 5:09:00 AM

I hope for the best, and its proof that poetry isn't always about happy feelings

Amy Greaves

Date: 4/19/2010 4:21:00 AM

So simply put, and perfect in that. I hope, if this is in introspection, that you hang in there, even if that sounds rediculous right now. I can relate to this pain and it still in many ways isn't over for me, but I am hanging in there somehow, you can too. I know it's monday.. but screw monday. :)